They walk and talk and flock
Their glances flit
Their shoulders wait to settle
Their bodies to be hugged.
In each one
Love rises like bubbles
through the complex layers of fears
Rolls up laterally
along stories crafted for self protection
Finds the cracks and squeezes through
Attains another level.
Love shines from deep within
a glow
that won’t stay trapped
It must gain strength
as it goes higher
and is seen as beauty
and is seen as grace
as mama-bear-caring
for each one’s safe place.
Love surfaces
fervent in tattoos
and incongruous, amazing eyelashes
and sudden, brimming smiles
and eyes that see them.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 14, 2011
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